[Intro: Raw-throated female battle MC, hard boom kick, minor guitar stab] Page one, paragraph one, he typed it in a rage Kay on the mic and I'm readin' off his page [Verse 1: Raw-throated female battle MC, shouted female battle bars, cracking snare] He wrote four thousand words on why my music ain't real Three nights and a pot of coffee, man, that's a big meal Said the hook is too easy and the drums are too loud Said a girl with a mic should be ashamed of the crowd Footnotes on the footnotes, he was quotin' himself Spent a whole holiday weekend writin' 'bout somebody else I ain't wrote that much since I was failin' tenth grade And you did it for free, I ain't even had to get paid Chapter one, he says my verses got no heart Then he quoted every verse, like, sir, you know every part Chapter two, he says my voice don't come from a throat Cool, then tell me how you transcribed every note [Hook: Raw-throated female battle MC, full drums, minor guitar stab] Read the liner notes, he wrote 'em himself Four thousand words about somebody else Hate it that much and you studied every line Thank you for the liner notes, I'll print 'em every time [Verse 2: Raw-throated female battle MC, faster female battle bars, thick bass guitar] Chapter three, he says that nobody gon' care Chapter four is just him mad that everybody's there Made a little slideshow and he showed it at brunch Now his homies want the song and they play it at lunch Every word he ever wrote is in the booklet in bold Every copy on the table got his byline in gold Put his photo on the inside with a caption, the author Dedication on the back says, to my biggest supporter You can hate it in a paragraph, I hit you in a bar I can tell you're writin' angry by the length of your scar Turned the page on you, playboy, now you're stuck in the spine Every time you read my booklet, you're readin' your own rhyme [Bridge: Raw-throated female battle MC, fuzz bloom, bass guitar kicks into thick fuzz and stays] You said it ain't music, then you wrote it a book You said nobody listens, then you took a long look You said it won't last, then you gave it a page Now your name's in the credits and you're stuck on my stage [Final Hook: Raw-throated female battle MC, fuzzed bass guitar, full drums, raw full voice] Read the liner notes, he wrote 'em himself Four thousand words about somebody else Hate it that much and you studied every line Thank you for the liner notes, I'll print 'em every time [End]
